Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 600 Has a dream become reality?

  Looking at the fat monk's kind smile, Zhang Jing always felt that something was wrong. He just felt that his spiritual platform and the psychic were fused together, and received the memory of the golden lotus.

  But this meaningful smile made Zhang Jing feel that the fat monk was waiting for him.

But

  How is this possible?

   This golden lotus has survived for thousands of years. How did the fat monk expect that he would get this golden lotus?

   In other words, no matter who gets this golden lotus, it will be like this.

   There is also the identity of this fat monk. After Zhang Jing found out that this is a blessed land of Lingshan, the identity of this fat monk was ready to be revealed.

  Buddha!

  True fairy!

  The ancestor of Buddhism!

  Thousands of years ago, the figure who oppressed the world.

"You came"

   Buddha stared at Jinlian next to him and said.

   It's strange to say that Zhang Jing couldn't hear the scriptures in a daze before, but this sentence seemed to sound in his heart.

  Like Hong Zhong, people can't help but feel a strange feeling.

  The golden lotus swayed, Zhang Jing didn't know what to say, did these words really say to him?

   If not, why did he hear it so clearly?

  Looking at the monks around the Buddha, all of them closed their eyes, as if they were still reciting scriptures.

   "Are you waiting for me?"

   Zhang Jing was speechless and could only think in his heart.

   "I'm waiting for you."

  The voice of the Buddha sounded again.

   Now Zi Zhangjing confirmed that the mysterious Buddha seemed to be waiting for him.

   But, why wait for him?

  Also, why can I hear what is in my heart?

  Thousands of years of dialogue across domains?

   "That guy is one step faster than the poor monk," the Buddha shook his head in surprise, as if showing a wry smile.

   Zhang Jing trembled in his heart,

That rascal.

  Who is that guy?

  The person who can be called that guy by the Buddha, isn't he a figure in the realm of the real fairy like the Buddha?

   "Who is that guy?"

   Buddha shook his head, "You will understand later."

   Zhang Jing was silent, but a storm had already set off in his heart.

  Involuntarily, I suddenly thought of the Sansheng Stone that I encountered in the ruins of the Supreme Heavenly Demon Palace.

  And the man in black robe seen in the Sansheng Stone.

   At that time, he nodded to himself, which he did not and could not remember wrongly, the man did indeed nod to him before disappearing.

   "You. Why. What is the purpose?"

   Zhang Jing couldn't bear his own doubts, and always felt that something was wrong in his heart, and there was a hint of conspiracy.

   "Your current strength is too weak, and you will understand when you reach the Realm of Immortal Realm."

  The Buddha has an eternal smile on his face.

   "How can I be promoted to a true immortal? Why. For thousands of years. No one has been able to break through that realm?"

   Zhang Jing hurriedly asked this crucial question.

  He really wanted to know why the realm of true immortality could not be reached, and why the Four Great Sage Patriarchs, who manipulated hundreds of millions of living beings, could only linger on in the capital and use the fortune of the country to cover themselves.

   Like a dog being chained in the capital, at most the avatar can only be separated out, and it will cost a huge price.

   Zhang Jing feels that he will face such a situation in the future, so it is better to ask in advance.

   If there is any shortcut, Lord Zhang doesn't mind taking it.

   "True fairy. Hehe."

  Buddha chuckled lightly, as if he felt that Zhang Jing's question was a bit unexpected.

   "I hope the Buddha will answer."

   "True immortals are not your end, knowing too much is not good for you."

   "Playing charades here?"

   Zhang Jing really wanted to punch the monk in front of him, so why not just speak up?

   Have to guess slowly, experience slowly?

   What the **** is wrong with this?

  If this is a novel, Zhang Jing really wants to kill the dog author.

   Unfortunately, this is neither a novel nor a TV series.

   Isn’t it good to go straight?

   "Are you all still alive?"

   Zhang Jing's eyes widened and he asked this question. One is to confirm the longevity of the real fairyland, and the other is to hug his thigh if he is sure that they are all still alive.

  Any bit exposed between the fingers can greatly increase his strength.

  After Zhang Jing asked this sentence, the smiling Buddha fell silent, the smile on his face suddenly subsided, he looked up at the sky, and shook his head; "I don't know either."

"do not know?"

   Zhang Jing felt a little puzzled, and couldn't help thinking to himself:

   "I don't know if I'm alive?"

   "It was me who was talking to you thousands of years ago, and I don't know if I'm still alive after thousands of years."

   "How long is the lifespan in the Realm of Immortal Realm?"

   "You will know when you arrive."

  Zhang Jing: "???"

   "It is said that there was a catastrophe thousands of years ago. What kind of catastrophe was it?"

   "Enemies outside the human world."

   "What is it, a demon?"

   Buddha narrowed his eyes and nodded.

   "How did you see me? Did I just say these specious things?"

  If it is the memory stored in the golden lotus, it is impossible to talk and communicate with him.

  If you can see yourself thousands of years later, why can't you see whether you have died or not.

   Also, is the Realm of Immortals really that strong?

   It was able to span the long river of time.

   Zhang Jing had many questions, especially after meeting the Buddha.

  The Buddha ancestor pointed to the golden lotus, and then pointed to the sky.

   He said something in his mouth, but Zhang Jing could no longer see the real appearance of the Buddha, nor could he hear any sound. He could only feel the roaring sound, as if God was angry.

"boom!"

   It seemed that the dream was shattered, and Zhang Jing suddenly woke up in reality, and then his eyes widened, because the breath on his body increased to the realm of reality.

   Just had a dream that seems to be real but not real, and it seems to be not false, and it has skyrocketed?

   Zhang Jing was a little puzzled.

  What he didn’t know was that the last sentence the Buddha said was,

   "Make a good relationship!"

  Jinlian Temple,

  In the back mountain spirit lake, Zhang Jing was slightly suspended in the void, sitting cross-legged, frowning.

  He was thinking, why did his cultivation soar?

  Why did the Buddha say "You are here?"

  Why did you say that guy?

  What is your identity?

  Why didn't the Buddha have the slightest condescension?

   Only by destroying the Golden Lotus Temple can I get this golden lotus. The Buddha should be clearer. Are those people just tool people? Don't care about their life or death at all?

  I came here step by step, including the old monk telling me to plant the golden lotus on the altar, the Buddha also expected it?

  Will the catastrophe recognized by the Buddha still come?

  Have you been manipulated?

   Or is it someone who has been directing their own growth?

fate? Chance? coincide?

   Zhang Jing always felt that something was wrong there, and Zhang Jing, a terminally ill patient with persecution delusions, felt that this was like a huge bureau.

   Of course, it is not ruled out that this is because the Buddha wanted to let himself think wildly. In fact, he didn't have so many troubles.

   Zhang Jing thought a lot, but no one could tell him the answer.

  Because it's all just my own guesswork.

  Buddha mostly played riddles, and only spoke half of the words, so it was hard to think about the truth of the matter.

   Half an hour later,

   Zhang Jing stood up, took a long breath, and stopped thinking if he couldn't figure it out.

   There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and it is useless to think too much now.

  In the entire Jinlian Temple, except for dozens of monks sitting cross-legged in front of the mountain gate, no one survived.

For those celestial beings, it is very easy to deal with a warrior who is below the celestial beings. They can do it with a light flick of a finger. Although Zhang Jing did not speak, they are also determined to let these Jianghu forces grow Long memory.

  By the way, report the hatred of the Battle of Beiyan.

  During that fight, all great talents in Western Chu, Southern Jin and Jin Dynasties fell, and their face was lost. They could only get it back by destroying Jinlian Temple, a great sect of Buddhism.

   I have to say that Jinlian Temple is still very rich, with natural materials and earthly treasures, supernatural powers and secret methods, which are much stronger than Xuedaomen.

   It's just that, for these great powers, it's just icing on the cake. They all have their own major exercises, and it is impossible to change their schools to practice some Buddhist magic arts.

  At their level, the exercises are all comprehended by themselves, and everyone's path is different.

  When Han Qianshu and Xiao Jing gave the lotus seeds, the two shied away a bit, but under Zhang Jing's insistence, they still accepted it.

  This time, the benefits Zhang Jing has obtained are not small, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary treasures to advance the cultivation base by a large amount.

  Every step of the Heavenly Manpower is extremely difficult. Like Zhang Jing, he broke through after dreaming. This can be regarded as the easiest promotion for Zhang Jing since he stepped into the martial arts.

   Moreover, there is no vanity in the slightest, it does not seem to be raised abruptly, and it will not damage the foundation.

  This step is very critical to promotion. When Zhang Jing was in virtual form, he was able to match the top reality powers. Now in the realm of reality, his strength has skyrocketed again.

   Zhang Jing feels a little bit, I am afraid that no one in the realm of Faxiang should be his opponent. If holy soldiers are added, Zhang Jing is somewhat sure that he can compete with the great power of Xiansheng.

   It's hard to say just the outcome, but there is a high probability of losing, because there is a qualitative difference between the realm of manifesting the sage and the realm of Dharma, just like the golden elixir is the same as heaven and man.

  Otherwise, there would not be only so few people who showed great power in the Jianghu.

   And it is not so difficult for the soul to reach the Dharma appearance. As long as the talent is acceptable and there are a lot of resources to support it, even if it is grinding, it can take hundreds of years to grind it up.

  Zhang Jing walked up to Monk Wangyou and patted him on the shoulder.

  The current Monk Wangyou's eyes are a little dull, as if he is nostalgic, and he seems to be saying goodbye to the Buddhist monastery that raised him.

"What do you plan to do?"

   "I want to join the WTO and have a look."

   Zhang Jing nodded, understanding what he meant.

   "How about joining your Heavenly Demon Palace and being a demon monk?"

   Wangyou looked at Zhang Jing beside him, and said via voice transmission.

  (end of this chapter)